Everyone knows the story of Medusa.
They just prefer the version where it isn’t their fault.
Eden Crow knows the exact moment men decide she belongs to them. It’s always subtle. A step closer. A hand that lingers. A look that assumes she'''ll soften if they wait long enough.
She doesn’t correct them.
She lets them try.
Then Cole notices her.
He doesn’t hover. Doesn’t reach. Doesn’t act like her silence is an invitation. He watches Eden the way you watch something you’ve already decided not to underestimate — calm, curious, and a little too interested in what might happen if he stays exactly where he is.
Eden should walk away.
Instead, she smiles.
What builds between them isn’t romance and it sure as hell isn’t safe. It’s attention sharpened into fixation, control traded back and forth like a loaded weapon, and the mutual thrill of knowing neither of them is pretending this ends well.
SERPENTINE is a dark, erotic modern retelling of Medusa — about desire, blame, and the kind of woman men call a monster once they realise she won’t apologise.
She didn’t turn men to stone.
They did it to themselves.
⚠️ For readers who like their romance dark, their power dynamics mutual, and their consequences earned.
please check the authors website for a full list of content warnings.
They just prefer the version where it isn’t their fault.
Eden Crow knows the exact moment men decide she belongs to them. It’s always subtle. A step closer. A hand that lingers. A look that assumes she'''ll soften if they wait long enough.
She doesn’t correct them.
She lets them try.
Then Cole notices her.
He doesn’t hover. Doesn’t reach. Doesn’t act like her silence is an invitation. He watches Eden the way you watch something you’ve already decided not to underestimate — calm, curious, and a little too interested in what might happen if he stays exactly where he is.
Eden should walk away.
Instead, she smiles.
What builds between them isn’t romance and it sure as hell isn’t safe. It’s attention sharpened into fixation, control traded back and forth like a loaded weapon, and the mutual thrill of knowing neither of them is pretending this ends well.
SERPENTINE is a dark, erotic modern retelling of Medusa — about desire, blame, and the kind of woman men call a monster once they realise she won’t apologise.
She didn’t turn men to stone.
They did it to themselves.
⚠️ For readers who like their romance dark, their power dynamics mutual, and their consequences earned.
please check the authors website for a full list of content warnings.